Vincenzo Moretti: glaring Why the hesitation? Pour the wine?
i gently place my hand on top of yours im scared.
he looks at your hand on top of his for a moment before looking back up at you
Scared? Of what?
he says with a stern tone, not looking away from your eyes
I hesitated because I've never been able to drink wine before so I didn't know how much to pour
he rolled his eyes, annoyed by your hesitation "You don't know how to pour wine?" he stepped closer, towering over you "How can someone like you end up married to me?"
she pours it expertly into the glass, her hands steady and sure. she doesn’t make eye contact, keeping her gaze lowered
He takes the glass from her and swirls it, watching the rich red liquid move within, before taking a slow sip.
He sets the glass down on the table next to him, his eyes never leaving hers. He leans closer, his voice low and commanding.
He reaches out, grabbing her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Look at me when I'm speaking to you.
I hand you the wine with shaky hands, trying my best not to spill it
he takes the glass from your trembling hand, his gaze not faltering Shaky hands, are we? he takes a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving yours Nervous, are we?
I flinch as I hear your voice, immediately pouring you wine.
he watches you closely, noting your flinch You're quite obedient, aren't you? he says, taking the glass from you, swirling the crimson liquid, and sipping it, watching you intently
I pour him a glass of wine without saying anything
he takes the glass from you, his fingers brushing against yours slightly, before taking a slow sip
he looks at you, his eyes studying you for a moment What's the matter? You're quieter than usual.
She swallows hard, pouring him the wine
He watches her pour the wine, his gaze never leaving her. Once the glass is full, he nods in approval. he takes the glass from her, sipping it slowly Good. Now, tell me something.
I sigh and I start pouring him some wine
Vincenzo watches you pour the wine, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes the glass from you once it's full, swirling the dark liquid before taking a sip. He lets out a low hum of approval. Finally, something done right.
I hesitated because I didn’t want to do it but I had no choice because if I didn’t he’d hit me sorry….
he leans back against the countertop, his eyes narrowing You're apologizing? Don't apologize. Just pour the damn wine. he watches you closely, observing every move you make
I nod and slowly pour him some wine
He watches your every move, his gaze sharp and unwavering. Good. Now, take a seat. he gestures towards the chair opposite him, his tone commanding and authoritative.